(Day one) A chapel and it's glistening(Day three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach(Day six) The train is whistling(Day ten) And I don't want to see you off again

We know the most crunk indie, city choking chimney sweepersTurn up your radio, the song we play will blow the speakersDon't stop whistling, to let them know what they've been missingTurn your jukebox on, the song we play will blow the system

(Day one) A chapel and it's glistening(Day three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach(Day six) The train is whistling(Day ten) And I don't want to see you off again

We know the most crunk indie, city choking chimney sweepersTurn up your radio, the song we play will blow the speakersDon't stop whistlin', to let them know what they've been missingTurn your jukebox on, the song we play will blow the system

We know the most crunk indie, city choking chimney sweepersTurn up your radio, the song we play will blow the speakersDon't stop whistlin', to let them know what they've been missingTurn your jukebox on, the song we play will blow the system

No one's been, no one's beenThe chariot that I've beenAnd it's burning under my skinCarrying, carryingThe lady back to workingThat should be the first thingNo one's been, No one's beenOhhhThe carpenter that I've beenBuilding you this cabinBurying, buryingThose heroes as they're gaspingThat should be the last thing